I remember a lady at my dad's work who I thought of as the Twinkie lady. Her name was Lazona and she would keep a box of Twinkies in her desk. When I would come to visit the shop (it was a vending machine/cigarette vending service) she would always give me one.

I miss the taste of old beef that fattened on their own. Somehow the gravy was oh so much better. Is it even possible that a lineage still exists that has not been injected along the way with the so called "good" drugs?

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posted on 06/12/2006 10:31:08 AM PDT
by Snoopers-868th
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Ah the list is long and could go on forever, but here are a few. Ragu spaghetti sauce, Eskimo Bars on a summer Montana day, A & W Rootbeet floats, some frozen whip cream, canned fruit and jello flavored mixture served on Thankgiving. Mom's Chocolate Chips, Mom's Cherry, Chocolate Chips, Mom's Thanksgiving stuffing with the neck and gizard--to die for! Butter!

Of course I had the metabolic rate of a race horse back then so none of it stuck to an inch of my body (except maybe to my arteries!! ),plus we were always physical in someway, unlike the children today playing computer games etc all the time

Cool Whip. I would buy a tub, bring it home and eat it with a spoon even though it was only partially thawed out. Just thinking about it now induces a craving for that sublime mixture of water, corn syrup and high fructose corn syrup, partially hydrogenated coconut and palm kernel oil, sodium caseinate, natural and artificial flavorings, xanthan and guar gums, polysorbate 80, sorbitan monostearate, and beta carotene.

I think John Stossel needs to do a piece on this. There is a misconception that CBonT is shit on a shingle, when it is in fact 'creamed foreskins on toast,' which is what it looks like. SOS is hamburger and tomato sauce with chunks of cooked tomato on toast which looks like shit on a shingle.

When I was a kid, I was in my Mom's kitchen one day looking for a snack to eat. Mom kept everything pretty much out of reach, but I spotted a glass jar full of these brightly colored, foil wrapped yummies. I just knew they had to be some delicious chocolates or something equally good, so I climbed up on a chair and grabbed the jar.

Imagine my surprise when, after unwrapping a couple and hurredly stuffing them into my mouth, I suddenly realized that I had grabbed a jar of Mom's bullion cubes!

LOL! Reminds me of the time I was at a friend's house and noticed her mom had left the sugar bowl open. I decided to sneak a little on my finger and have a taste. Blech! Laundry detergent is nasty!! But, it's not as if I was going to tell anyone.

The first watermelon of the summer, New potatoes and fresh peas, Silver queen corn-- picked, shucked and throw into boiling water, and then eaten. My mama's fried squash. Picking sun warmed blackberries and eating them on the spot. Green wild plums.

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posted on 06/12/2006 10:39:52 AM PDT
by najida
(The internet is for kids grown up-- Where else could you have 10,000 imaginary friends?)

My mothers parents cooked differently. My aunt was an old maid who lived with them. I would go there and stay a few days. My aunt went outside and dug up dandelion greens with a kitchen knife, she brought them in and cooked them. My grandmother made pies every day, she made pie out of different things. She made squash pie, it was very good. She made gooseberry pie which was a favorite of my father. She made suet pudding. They liked organ meats, fried brains, heart, rocky mountain oysters, and tongue. Lots of liver which I liked. They liked head cheese as well. Most of the meat was fried. My grandmother always made the best milk gravy from the pan drippings. Pie, fried meat, gravy, mashed potatoes almost every day. No one was overweight. The pie crusts were made with lard. There was fried chicken every Sunday except on very special occasions there was a beef pot roast.

......I used to eat mayo sandwiches....very good..and as a weird kid....I actually discovered that if I put potatoe chips (regular) in a tuna sandwich, it tasted like a crab sandwich.....lol....haven't duplicated that one for a long time......

I don't know if you've ever eaten in a military mess hall but if you have ,you know that almost nothing that's served in such establishments can be identified by sight...or even after having been consumed.

Being from Baltimore - my favorite memories revolve around crab feasts. Of course, I think being with family and friends makes those memories the best.

And Brimer bars (local name for vanilla ice cream on a stick covered in chocolate). Trips to the snow ball stands - peppermint was one of my favorites. Jiffy pop popcorn - that was always a treat. Peach cake from the local bakeries (I can't even find that where I live now).

On a similar topic, my dad always liked trying things that were different. A lot of people thought the sugar on tomatoes was odd. He also liked limburger cheese and herring on New Year's. One favorite story was about the time he was at a dinner where possum was served. The host was greatly complimented until the other guests found out what they had eaten.

Fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, field peas, corn on the cob, butter beans, okra, squash, sliced tomatoes with cucumbers and onions in vinegar, cornbread and a hot peach cobbler with homemade ice cream, all washed down with sweet tea.

Wow! Today that stuff would sell for big dollars--all that high protein, no carbs :-). Who knows maybe they just make it in bar form now and throw in a few sugary flavors and call it a Protein Bar. How embarrasing for that poor child though. My heart goes out to him, couldn't have been easy to have seizures so young.

When I was a little girl, we had a hamburger place here in Houston, that was called Price's, they made a little burger but it had a great "secret sauce". My parents used to take us on Saturdays and we always used to talk about what the secret sauce could be.

One of my favorites was our Easter Chowder. After sunrise service at the beach, my brothers, Dad and I would go clamming down in Scott's Cove and bring back a bushel of quahogs that would be turned into chowder that evening. Rich, creamy and warming - worth mucking about in the freezing cold water!

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